Darwin has a tendency to run a lot. And fast. Like, really fast. As in, how soon can we get the kid an olympic trainer? Is four old enough?
A couple of days ago he was racing a girl at the park. He was going super-fast and crashed and burned. On concrete.
Hello, head injury.
Blood was everywhere, pouring down the side of his face. I cleaned him up fairly well with the first-aid kit in the van, but hello big gash above the eyebrow. Someone had to go the hospital.
And, of course, someone needed stitches. And someone had a concussion. And someone is suppose to take it easy for at least four days because someone has a concussion worse than initially thought.
Because that's how someone rolls.
mi hewman gotz hurt, snugl makez bettah